I've had bikes off and on over the years. Last one I had that I really loved was a '71 chopped 750 Honda. Save the Honda bashing, it was a great bike, and you know what? It started every time I kicked it over. I currently have a 750 Yamaha Virago sitting out back of my shop, not running. When I moved here (Damn! 8 years ago?!), I made the mistake of leaving it with one of my sisters, with the understanding that she would learn to ride it and keep it parked in her garage. What happened is that it spent 6 years parked under a laurel hedge. Needless to say, it doesn't run, and it's kind of messed up. And no time to do much with it. Hopefully, it'll be one of my winter projects, and it'll be ready to hit the road next spring. I miss having a bike, but you're right, paranoia is the only way to stay alive. And just to make it even more interesting, where I live, other drivers aren't the main hazard, it's mule deer! A guy was killed when one jumped in front of him here just a couple of years back. And on that pleasant note, good night :-)! Sweet bike, by the way. I've always liked Ducati's, but way beyond anything I could ever afford.
Dave